The thunderous clash of swords wakes him up. He jolt awake, eyes wide at the loud sound coming in front of him.

'No! Oh my goodness, my back!'

His mind however direct at a more urgent matter.

"Don't work too hard, and more importantly don't make a move that could strain your back, especially a harsh sudden movement," he could remember the warning of a glasses doctor.

But as his hand move quickly towards his back, the crushing pain isn't coming. In fact his body isn't in pain at all, not even the familiar twinge of pain from his knees.

Clash! Clang! Haaat!

The cacophony of clashing swords and the fierce cries of combatants draw his attention to the front. He unconsciously grab his back even harder at what he saw.

"What?"

Two girls are fighting each other while glaring ferociously at each other. Their clothes were torn and bloody from slash and cut of a …wooden sword? How can a wooden sword go through cloth and flesh?

"Just what is-" his quiet mumble however was interrupted by a voice coming from behind him.

"Master, is there anything wrong?" a fairly young woman from his right side asked him with worried face.

'Who are you?' he asked himself. In the history of his life, has never even once he was in such a confusing situation as this one.

'What in the fucking world was happening? Why would two girls fight with their life? Where is this?' he looked around franticly trying to remember what happened. Last thing he remember was going of the bed, why is he sitting on the wooden floor? Why would two girls fight with bloody wound all over their body? Who is the other young people watching with him? And what the hell was those glowing forces that come out of the wooden sword????

The two young girl stop their fight as one of them jump behind and create a distance, leaving the other stands while gasping on air. Her clothes tattered and stained with sweat and blood. She looks at her opponent, taking a bathed breathe, her pony tail was undone leaving her damp long hair cling to her flushed face.

The two pairs of eyes locks with an air of mutual understanding, after a breath the two come at each other with an incredible speed raising the wooden sword glowing with blue light.

Slash

The girl with long wavy hair stands on the arena alone. Her opponent hunch on the ground with a deep wound on her wrist, wooden sword discarded on the ground. The girl curl over so slightly holding her bloody wrist tightly with her other hand.

Dumbfounded at the turn of events unfolding before his eyes, the man's brain processing a little to late to opened his mouth before a high pitch voice rang besides him.

"The matches is over! The winner is Saeha! Medic! Don't just stand there and heal her wound!" At the woman's command besides him, the room erupted into panic. The language feels foreign but somehow he could understand them perfectly.

The person without gi uniform leap to their feet from his left side and ran over to the girl clutching her hands on the floor. The long hair girl, bow at my direction before walking away leaving the medic tending the other girl.

The young medic sit besides the wounded girl, her short hair dangling just above the hand from her head.

Her face was hidden by her black hair but her teeth were gritted and something that looks like tears feel down to her chin. She gripped her hand even stronger and the medic besides her timidly trying to pry her left hand off the wound.

His stomach churn at the amount of blood flowing he could see even from afar. He stand up from his sitting position and quickly walk over to the girl. The medic panicked expression at his arrival only make his heart beating faster. The blood on the deep open wound flow like a river from the young girl shaking hand.

"What are you doing!" the medic only jolts and freeze in fear.

'What the fuck are they thinking calling an amateurish medic for this mad crazy tournament!'

Just as he was about to take the medical kit on the ground, the medic seems to break out of his stupor and put two of his hand above the girl's wound.

Before he could shout profanities at the short male, green lights appear from his hand shedding particles of light into the girls wound that closing like fantastical tales upon contact. The medic let out a breath of air.

'The blood has stop?!'He squat down and pulled the girl's arm gently, allowing a clear view of the girl's wrist. The blood has stop flowing completely and the wound now leaves a pink flesh over the girl's blood covered wrist. The girl flinched despite his careful consideration.

"Uhm.. S-Sir Yoo Sihyuk, please don't aggravate her other injuries. With my current ability, I could only do another 4 of such spells, so I will still need to heal her wounds with medical equipment. So, if you let me, I would like to clean the leftover wound on her wrist first and then warp it with herbs and bandages?" the meek medic ask nervously, raising his hands closer as a gestures.

The man look at him like he was an alien. No, maybe he was indeed an alien. What was that just now? And what, who is Yoo Sihyuk?

Although confused from the lack of response, the medic slowly take the girls hand from his while he only stares before getting interrupted by the sound of walking behind him.

"Master? Are you okay?" The woman from before ask him with worried face.

"What?" He answered curtly at her greeting form. The woman that seems to have the most authorities and composure than any of the people here is calling him 'master'?

"I, it's just.. for you to be so panicked was not something I am used to see," the woman replied politely maybe more than the meek medic. He takes his chance.

"What the hell is happening here..?"

"Pardon me? This is the Ranking(February) Tournament that happened every year, have you forgotten?" the woman asked with alarmed voice.

What tournament!?

For all I remember I was living a boring life in peaceful countryside babysitting some brats! Not the head of such crazy life and death tournament for children!

The woman, who only seem even more concern at his confused face, knelt down beside him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Master, are you feeling alright? Did you hit your head or something?" Her concern was genuine, but her actions only make his mind swamp.

He looked around the arena, his eyes darting from the still panting winner to the defeated, the nervous medic, and the concerned woman. His thoughts swirled with confusion, trying to piece together the puzzle that he found himself in with absolutely no clue in his brain. He could hear his heartbeat thumping loudly on his ears. A hand covered his mouth, closing what's threatening to spill.

"I.. let me take a breath," he push the woman away as he trudge over his spotted escape. His mind was heavy as he walk unsurely to the huge exit door, ignoring the stares he receive from the student when he frown as the realization dawn on him that all of the student here, at least the one that have been watching from his opposite side was all children no older than 17.

The huge door creak as he push them open and nausea came to overtook him.

But it stop just as quickly as the freezing mountain air prick his skin. Somehow, his heart beat even faster.

What in front of him was multiple peak and slope behind the wind whirl and mist.

This is NOT his home! This is nowhere near his home! Where is this?

The wind howls a relentless force that cut through his thin dojo uniform. He feels the raw, biting chill seep through his clothes, making his skin prickle and breath visible in the frosty air. It was clearly freezing cold, but the only thing he got was the inconvenience of his reddening skin on his hand.

This is not his body. A body strong enough to withstand the howling wind. A body that gives didn't give him pain every step he take. A hand with no wrinkle, skin of his face smooth and firm.

.

.

This is the body of Yoo Sihyuk.

Was he kidnapped? Who is Yoo Sihyuk?

Why would those two girls fight like their life depend on it?

Is he in some kind of mad experiment?

Would the other children there fight like those two?

What is that superpower just then? Where is he?

The crunch of snow that contrast the howling wind in his ears pull him back.

"Master Yoo Sihyuk, is everything okay?" He barely pick up the firm voice of a woman. The woman that sit behind him earlier, quickly reach up to him and grab his shoulder. Her face contort in worried expression that caught him off guard.

"Oh my goodness, are you really Master Yoo Sihyuk?"